In The Image Of The Lion Made

Ask Me Not What I Have, But What I Am.

Where Words Cease, There Music Begins.

The Bible Is The Great Family Chronicle Of The Jews.

The Eyes Of Spring, So Azure, Are Peeping From The Ground; They Are The Darling Violets, That I In Nosegays Bound.

Good Luck Is A Giddy Maid, Fickle And Restless As A Fawn; She Smooths Your Hair; And Then The Jade Kisses You Quickly, And Is Gone.